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Saturday, May 07, 2011

Heart Memory

In case you have forgotten, I started this 8 x 10 canvas last September. I showed here. This was the painting that I discovered I cannot start painting the face when I only have minutes ahead and know that I will have to leave it be until the next session. After that great insight, I left it right there at my right elbow eight months. I must say I went through various stages of dislike. To tell you the truth, I really thought it was hopeless. And then for some reason this past week I picked it up with a determination that I had to take it all the way through the ugly, hopeless stage. For eight months that little ugly shoulder demon had been sitting there scaring me into thinking that maybe I couldn't when actually, it just wasn't time yet. I don't know how it would have ended last September. I do know that it would not have looked like this.

7 comments:

I run out of words to exclaim how much I like/love your faces and everything!! And you're right,last Sept. they would've been different. Your styles are ever changing but finished pieces never need changing!

Some things are worth waiting for and this painting is one of them. Funny how something, a painting or anything, can hang in the background just waiting and turn out well when the right time presents itself.

About Me

Me Myself and I

I love using my hands to do anything. I get lost creating. Painting faces, collage, mixed media, and altered books are my passions.

Digging in the dirt feeds my soul. Flowers are one of God's greatest creations.

I'm shy although one might not know it. I have too many opinions and can't keep them to myself.

AND THEN........

Every now and then, I just need to touch cloth. I use unwanted clothing, cast offs, remnants, unfinished works-in-progress, cloth napkins, table cloths, curtains, and my stash which is pretty extensive.

And then, I sit and stitch. And stitch. Because stitching calms and relaxes me. It quiets the chatter in my head and keeps me upright in the chair zone in the evenings. And that is The Cloth Side Of Me.